“At last, ‘the kiln’s in a low.’ The Germans are ordered to march, and Italy is, for the ten thousandth time, to become a field of battle. Last night the news came.
“This afternoon, Count P. G. came to me to consult upon divers matters. We rode out together. They have sent off to the C. for orders. To-morrow the decision ought to arrive, and then something will be done. Returned—dined—read—went out—talked over matters. Made a purchase of some arms for the new inrolled Americani, who are all on tiptoe to march. Gave orders for some harness and portmanteaus necessary for the horses.
“Read some of Bowles’s dispute about Pope, with all the replies and rejoinders. Perceive that my name has been lugged into the controversy, but have not time to state what I know of the subject. On some ‘piping day of peace’ it is probable that I may resume it.
